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What is the content of love?
But, basically, love
Is something we can't put our finger on at all
We say, we use such words as want, um, tenderness
Uh all these things they don't really get to the point
When you're loving somebody
You are simply delighting in that person as such
As if another human organism
In its mental and its physical aspects
Were a piece of music
Or a work of art
Or a glorious morning
And you go over another person's physical form
And look at it from every possible point of view
And play with it and uh, that's what it's about
It's the adoration of the form of a human being
And you do that adoring
In terms of physical contacts that are
Say dancing with your fingers
Across the skin, or whatever it may be
This is the nitty gritty, the nub of love
One wants something much more than that
You want to be played with
That's more like it

What is the content of love?
It's a sort of it, part of it
It's incidental
It's a way of say that I strongly
Yes I do want to be with you
But, basically, love is something
We can't put our finger on at all

This is detective charles checking in
Looks like we have a victim on the ground
Gunshot wounds to the head
Uhh, looks like there's some type of
It's like, it's a recorder
A tape recorder or something
Gonna have to listen to this